My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

Dead Shepherd, Now I Find Thy Saw Of Might. Whoever Lov'd That Lov'd Not At First Sight.

Pray You Now, Forget And Forgive.

Good Things Should Be Praised.

Every Offense Is Not A Hate At First.